You asked me not to lie.
You said you wanted "truth"  
But it wasn't my truth
You wanted a crippled version of "truth"
The kind of words that you imagined
The ones that you were "ready" for
So when I went to tell you my truth
I automatically became the liar.

I'm still waiting for some one to accept the truth!
My truth
The words that flow from my spirit, through my soul and out of my lips
And they'll love me the same or even more


Because telling the truth doesn't come in one way
It's some one's own version of a situation or moment
It's about there feelings inside of their morals


So share your truth and i shall share mine
And they dance together in the value of harmony